It's been difficult to wake up every morning.
I've slept in. I've thrown things off because of it. I wake up late and go to bed late. I'm overworked. Even when work is manageable, I end up going to bed late. I can't keep a hold on myself. I'm unmotivated with too much to do. I yelled at Mark today. I slept late today. I shouldn't've slept late. I just did. It happens too much.
The most awful thing in the world is staring at the clock for god knows how long and counting how much sleep you'd get if you fell asleep right then, and not falling asleep.
It's only natural.